Unfortunately, the remainder of the birdthigh will inevitably be diddled off into her baby canal until it eventually rots and gently gristles out ("gristle" being here used as not only a verb but an onomatopoeia) in a thick, grey gravy sludge.
I was really hoping that her vagina would take a dainty bite out of it - that the meat would be masticated in her nether-maw and digested in reverse order. KFC penetration shouldn't be this wasteful, right? That's some first class edible enjoyment, right there. Thank VeganChrist that her boyfriend manages to regurgitate a few greasy meat shards into her mouth like some sweaty maternal manbird, ensuring that it wasn't entirely wasted...
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